Northern Xinjiang, Wangcheng, Barbarian Palace.

In the slightly empty palace, a man who had passed his old age sat on the throne, playing with a dagger engraved with a strange pattern in his hand.

Even though there was a beautiful woman standing in the hall at this time, the man still did not even raise his head, as if the beauty was not as attractive as the dagger in his hand.

He didn't speak, and the girl below didn't speak, and the atmosphere in the hall was a little solemn for a while.

After a long time, Cheng Xiaoya seemed to have had enough of the dagger in his palm, he put it away, raised his head, and looked at the girl who was respectful on the surface but was actually annoyed with some playfulness.

"Finished?"

Zhuge Yun lowered his head slightly, "Yes." ”

"Huh."

Cheng Xiaoya suddenly laughed, he leaned forward slightly, and his tone was a little mocking, "You don't really think that I will believe that you have been at the border for so many days just to kill a spy of the Song Kingdom, right?" ”

The girl replied without humility or arrogance: "This is the case, I hope Your Highness will see it." ”

"Okay, if what you say is true."

Cheng Xiaoya curled the corners of his lips, "But has Miss Zhuge forgotten something?" ”

"The reason why this king agreed to your request in the first place was simply because you said that you would find the person this king wanted. However, many months have passed, and if you don't talk about people, you don't even have any news..."

The man stepped down from the throne, and he came to Zhuge Yun, raised his hand and pinched the girl's chin heavily, lifting her face up.

"This king gives you power and people, but it's not for you to catch spies, don't think that this king doesn't know what you're thinking in your head."

Cheng Xiaoya was still smiling, but his eyes were full of coldness, "This king can tell you clearly, since I promised you to send troops south, I will definitely go south." But in the same way, before you get that person, this king will never start a war with the Song Kingdom, and you'd better not make some small moves in private to annoy people. ”

The man's fingers were like steel, and Zhuge Yun, who was pinched in his jaw, only felt a sharp pain. She couldn't help but scream, and she said expressionlessly: "Earlier, my brother sent a letter saying that the princess of Northern Xinjiang had sent her own personal death to infiltrate the Northern Song Dynasty in order to seek the assistance of the Zhang family. ”

Hearing Zhuge Yun's words, Cheng Xiaoya's eyes narrowed slightly: "What do you mean?" ”

Zhuge Yun chuckled and said, "Can Your Highness take your hand away first, it's really a bit laborious to speak like this." ”

Cheng Xiaoya snorted coldly and let go of his fingers.

Zhuge Yun finally broke free from the confinement, she reached out and rubbed her chin, and then spoke: "Although the Zhang family failed in the uprising, the pair of maids may still have left the Northern Song Dynasty, and the reason is nothing more than that they have the support of other people in the Northern Song Dynasty. ”

Cheng Xiaoya glanced at Zhuge Yun, who had a calm expression, "You mean that although she failed to get the support of the Zhang family as expected, she got on the line with the rest of the Song Kingdom?" ”

"Your Highness."

Zhuge Yun said: "It is precisely because of this that I will go to the border. If you can catch the person sent by the Northern Song Dynasty to help the princess, you may be able to learn her whereabouts from him. ”

Cheng Xiaoya sneered: "Are you stupid to be the king?

Not to mention the grievances between the barbarians and the Song people, if she really caught up with the Song State, then how could the Song State only send a spy over? ”

Don't say one person, with the current situation in northern Xinjiang, Song Guoshao said that he also had to send 50,000 troops to help the Baowang faction save the defeat, and Song Guo was still too busy to take care of himself, how could he send troops?

Therefore, even if the Song State had won a great victory in the southern expedition before, Cheng Xiaoya was still not worried that the Song people would go on a northern expedition.

"Your Highness, with all due respect, that's no ordinary spy."

Zhuge Yun said in a deep voice: "This person is both wise and brave, and he is a master of art and bold, he was once appointed by the Northern Song Dynasty when it was in crisis, and he turned the tide in one fell swoop. If the princess has his help, it will be like a thousand armies. ”

Cheng Xiaoya was silent for a moment, then looked up at Zhuge Yun, his eyes were quite sharp, "So, the person you wanted to kill before was..."

"Not bad."

Zhuge Yun said softly: "It is the Zhenbei general who has become famous recently, promoted by Zhao Qingxuan a few months ago, Guo Yu. ”

As soon as the words fell, a momentum suddenly burst out from Cheng Xiaoya's body, and the invisible coercion rushed towards Zhuge Yun, she breathed a little, and a little cold sweat unconsciously oozed from her forehead.

"Zhuge Yun, it seems that you really don't take the king's words to heart."

Cheng Xiaoya stretched out his hand, held the girl's fair-skinned neck, and said coldly: "That Guo Yu is quite trusted by the King of Song, and he is mixed with the little princess of the Song Kingdom. If he died in the northern frontier, how could the Song State not send troops? ”

His fingers gradually tightened, "It took more than half a year for this king to be able to block the border, so that this northern frontier could not enter and exit, thus trapping her in the territory. Once Song sent troops, how could she not take the opportunity to escape? If you let her escape to Yanzhou, what will you pay for the king? Is this cheap life of yours?! ”

Zhuge Yun's face gradually turned red, and even had a tendency to turn purple. Fortunately, Cheng Xiaoya didn't really want to kill her, and just when Zhuge Yun was about to lose consciousness, the man finally let go.

"Ahem... Ahem..."

Zhuge Yun took two steps back, covered his neck and coughed several times before he regained his breath.

Facing the man in front of her who almost killed herself, a trace of hatred flashed in the girl's eyes.

She lowered her head slightly, covering her expression, and then said: "At present, the situation in Northern Xinjiang has been decided, even if the Northern Song Dynasty sends troops, His Highness is enough to fight with it." As for His Highness's concerns..."

The girl took a deep breath and hid all her emotions, and then raised her face again, "As long as you can hold Guo Yu, are you still worried that you can't find Cheng Qixue?" ”

"How can you be sure that Guo Yu must know her whereabouts?"

"As far as I know, Cheng Qixue's pair of maids had entered Guo Yu's mansion according to the Zhang family's orders, and if they didn't reach any agreement during the period, they wouldn't believe it. Moreover, Zhao Shun would not choose to send Guo Yu to Northern Xinjiang at this time without reason.

Yes, this Guo Yu must have come to help Cheng Qixue turn the situation around. First, to fulfill the agreement, and second, to allow the north to continue to fight inwardly and have no time to look south. His Royal Highness thinks that he will not know where Cheng Qixue is hiding? ”

“……”

Cheng Xiaoya was silent, as if he was thinking about the truth of Zhuge Yun's words.

"Well, this king will believe you."

Cheng Xiaoya turned around and walked towards the throne above, saying as he walked: "This king will send a message to the city lord of southern Xinjiang, and ask him to cooperate with you to arrest Guo Yu." ”

"Your Highness."

After listening to what Cheng Xiaoya said, Zhuge Yun couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Either way, this level is over.

In addition to dispelling Cheng Xiaoya's suspicions, she no longer has to worry about being constrained in her next actions.

In general, this trip to the royal city can be regarded as a fruitful harvest.

"Don't rush to thank you just yet."

Cheng Xiaoya suddenly stopped, he turned his head slightly sideways, and looked at the girl behind him, "As long as you are loyal to this king, this king will let his subordinates support you, but..."

He changed his words, "If you let this king know that you are in disobedience to yin and yang, and in the end you can't hand over the people this king wants, even if you have Yongguo behind you, this king will still not show mercy." ”

The man raised the corners of his mouth and smiled without the slightest warmth, "Speaking of which, Wan Yanbo has also begged this king many times, saying that he wants to taste the beauty on the Qunfang spectrum." ”

Thinking of the sword king who was like a fat pig, Zhuge Yun frowned in disgust, and said in a deep voice: "Your Highness, rest assured, I will live up to my trust." ”

"It's useless to just talk, then this king will send someone to keep an eye on you all the time, and you can do it yourself."

Cheng Xiaoya sat back on the throne and waved his hand at the girl whose face was a little uncertain, "If it's okay, just step down, this king is not the king of swords, I don't have the slightest interest in your face, and I will feel tired of looking at it more." ”

“… Be. ”

Zhuge Yun saluted slightly to the man on the throne, and then turned to leave.

As she walked out of the palace, she was greeted by two of her long-awaited men.

They didn't dare to ask what was the handprint on the girl's neck, so they lowered their heads and asked, "Miss Zhuge , what's next..."

"Send a message to Lin Quan, asking him to take Rui Rui to southern Xinjiang."

Thinking of the letter sent a few days ago, Zhuge Yun frowned and continued: "There are also barbarians in the village, take them with you. As for the horse thieves at the border, leave it alone for the time being. At best, there are only more than 2,000 people, and they can't make any waves. ”

"Yes."

The subordinate answered.

"You go and deliver the message. As for you, go and prepare a horse for me, and I will also go to southern Xinjiang. ”

After speaking, Zhuge Yun walked forward.

"Monster-like Guo Yu?"

Thinking about what Li Xinrui wrote in his letter, Zhuge Yun sneered on his face.

"You are Zhao Wenqi's resurrection, and I also want you to die in this northern frontier!"

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